Today was a very special day for the Ministry of Magic, because from the moment they went to work, an overwhelming number of owls came to the Ministry of Magic with countless roaring letters.

Fudge had to use a spell to keep the owls and their howling letters at the door, as most of the howling letters were addressed by his name, and the Ministry of Magic was considered to have been hit by the pond fish.

Although he had been running around since leaving Hogwarts last night to reduce the impact of this matter, judging from the current scene, the effect was minimal.

Angrily scolding the Dementors and Dumbledore's Fudge, he looked at the owl outside the door and refused to leave. He couldn't tell which owl was sending him the Daily Prophet.

In the end, he used his position as a minister to temporarily open the Floo network to the minister's office and went out to buy a newspaper. He had to know what the newspaper was going to do in the first place.

"Surprise - Dementors attack the third-year Hogwarts students, nearly killing them!" 〉

The beginning of the newspaper was not unexpected, but it did not point the finger at the Ministry of Magic and him, only that the Dementors were dark magic creatures after all, and they had been guarding Azkaban, and this time they came to the popular Hogwarts, and this time they came to the very popular Hogwarts, and this kind of thing happened that no one wanted to see.

Fudge breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that the greeting he made yesterday was still useful, otherwise today's newspaper would definitely not be so tactful, they didn't dare to target the Ministry of Magic, but they wouldn't have any scruples about him.

"Then it's a matter of a few days, when the wind has passed, and I'll give another speech about the Azkaban fugitive, stating his danger, and presumably they won't be staring at the Dementors anymore."

Two days later, McGoth saw Fudge's speech in the newly arrived Daily Prophet, and had to say that as a minister, the level of speech was really not covered, and a paragraph could make the wizard he saw shift from anger at the Dementors to fear of fugitives, especially with his inadmissibility suggesting that Sirius might continue Voldemort's unfinished 'business'.

Eventually, the Dementors were ordered by Fudge to search for fugitives away from Hogwarts, and Hogwarts extracurricular programs were resumed in principle, without the need to apply to the Ministry of Magic.

In the evening, when Dumbledore announced that the PUBG course was open again, it was greeted with cheers from most of the young wizards. However, expeditions to the Forbidden Forest are still not allowed for the time being, as they will be far away from the school, and there is a risk of encountering Dementors who are far away.

The first PUBG class of this semester was quite popular, and the little wizards who had been held back for nearly a month turned into iron-headed babies on the island, and they did it at a glance, and in the end, among the five little wizards who survived, there was actually a lost first-year freshman.

The lucky freshman scored five points for Slytherin, and was greeted with envy and jealousy.

Dumbledore sat in his office after this lesson and remembered McGoth's 'chicken' proposal again, if only one person survived in the end, then whether you were lucky or not, you would have to fight in the end.

Soon, the wizards of the sixth and seventh years received a notice that Headmaster Dumbledore had decided to make some changes to the PUBG course, changing the ranking mode to the battle mode, which he didn't use to describe as a chicken because he thought it was too unbelievable.

For now, this change is only for sixth and seventh year wizards, but the winner will not get any extra points, but his name will be recorded on the list of PUBG kings. This was the inspiration Dumbledore got from McGoth's Game of the Cards, so that they could be motivated and not flooded with house points. Because of this kind of highly trained course, he was prepared to start every hundred people, of course, when none of the wizards who signed up had a class. However, in this way, the school's protective force is dwarfed by the teacher's strength. He considered bringing Moody over to take care of the matter, and he would be better suited as the former captain of the Aurors, as well as a few more wizards who had already graduated.

The sixth and seventh graders boasted about the news to the young wizards of the other grades, causing a stir and causing them to abandon all the Dementors who were still talking about it. In particular, Dumbledore's Championship mode, although it made them feel that the lesson would be more brutal, but the idea of wanting to try it was easy to see at a glance, not to mention that the winner could also record his name in the school, which was much easier than the King of Cards.

Dumbledore's list of 100 men was almost instantaneous, and he checked it with a spell and found that most of it had classes, and he handed the list of wizards to the various deans, who would let them know the consequences of wanting to skip class.

However, even so, the number of remaining people still exceeded 300, and it was finally decided to let the last ones line first. Batch by batch, the rest of the integer is not enough to wait for all the people to start again.

McGoth would love to see who would be able to eat the chicken in the end, but Madam Pomfrey was keeping an eye on him in case he sneaked out.

"If only it could be live." Mergoss, who was bored flipping through the divination textbook, thought.

Now that everyone knows a little bit about how Trelawney teaches, if she asks you questions, she thinks you're right if you take everything in the wrong direction.

Hermione was rarely seen in divination classes these days, and Trelawney thought she was rotten wood to carve.

Hagrid had now stopped his practical teaching method for the time being, and began to explain the knowledge of protecting magical creatures step by step, but the young wizards who had gone through the previous two rounds of classes were not used to this bland teaching method, and they began to miss the exciting scenes of Hippogriffs and Water Monsters.

He smiled like a child when Harry told Hagrid what the little wizards thought, and if it weren't for Maggoth's insistence, the next lesson would probably have been a hands-on lesson.

"You have to wait until the students ask you or they can't stand the bland way of teaching before you can start again, and even if you start again, you can't use the more aggressive magical creatures."

"But you're already trying to change the way you go to class." Hagrid was a little strange about McGoss's words, wasn't it already successful now?

"Hagrid, what if..."

"Professor Hagrid." Hagrid corrected in a serious manner.

McGoth tugged at his lips,

"Hagrid, Professor." Hagrid's face was full of use.

"If you can't resist going back to the way you used to do things now, there's no point in what we're doing now."

"Do you want the students to take the initiative to let you teach step by step in the future?"

Hagrid shook his head a little uncomfortably at the thought of that scene, and then muttered,

"Hurry up, then."